She was beautiful. 

Kisa rolled her lower lip into her mouth, surpassing a moan. He watched as she used her elbows as anchors, pushing up she felt the light sheet draped over her fall to her hips. The cold morning air bites at her exposed skin, frowning she looked down. Her eyes widened and she found herself reaching for the sheet. She was practically naked, on a ridiculously attractive strangers bed.

He could get used to this... The thought is banished instantly. But the image of her smooth chocolate skin, hell! She looked like heaven. Ample breasts restrained behind black lace, paired with a small narrow waist which was accentuated by wide hips. He'd kill to lower the sheet a couple more inches.

Slater hoped his cock hadn't formed too obvious a tent against his towel. Ignoring her intoxicating eyes, the large mechanic made his way to a chest of draws. Grabbing a set of clothes, he turned to face her, but she'd already turned her back to him.

He smirked, she'd already seen him naked. Taking his time, he dries off before pulling on his boxers, jeans and a t-shirt. He could have given her something to wear, but he liked her vulnerable... a dark part of him knew she couldn't run from him in her current state. Dropping his towel on the bed, Slater stepped around the bed and towards the kitchen. One eye remained on the nameless woman.

Crossing her legs, Kisa sat up. She kept the white sheet pressed firmly against the base of her throat. He seemed so calm, almost like he'd done this a million times. She didn't know whether to thank him or run screaming like a canary. "Come here." His voice was more manly than she'd imagined. Deep and rough, a hard edge lingered on the surface. She shook her head, no. "Would you rather I make you." He continued.

She wanted to flip him the bird, but for some absurd reason, her body craved to submit. Carefully, she wrapped the white material around her body, standing up she made her way to him. He eyed the bar stool and she made quick work of sliding up onto it. He placed a plate in front of her, dishing up what seemed to be burnt toast and eggs. She bit her tongue and forced an appreciative smile, after all, she wasn't in any position to neglect food. Her stomach seconds the thought, "thank you."

Slater held his breath as her feminine scent lifted to his nostrils. So she speaks... her voice had a husky tone to it, like a siren it called to his erection. "What's your name?" He frowned, feeling quite frustrated with his reaction to a perfect stranger.

"Kisa." She mumbled back to him, devouring the plate of food in seconds.

He rolled the name around on his tongue, enjoying the way it sent a shiver down his spine. "Where you heading?" He questioned. Slater wasn't in the mood for drama, he'd happily help the young lady find her way home, even if it meant blue balls for the rest of his life. Returning back to her, he cocked his head as panic flashed across her face.

"Can I use your bathroom, please?" Soft. From husky to soft in a split second, he'd hand it to her, she knew how to charm a man. He knew she was avoiding the question, this had his curiosity spiking off the charts. Slowly he nodded, she beamed up at him. "Thank you."

He couldn't help but perv on her rounded ass, as it swayed to the bathroom. From his position in the kitchen, he couldn't see her, but he knew if he took a couple of steps he'd find her clad in her undergarments. He saw her small hand stick out, she draped the bedsheet over the half wall, the sound of the toilet door closing shook some sense into him.

Common decency forced his legs to move towards his cupboard, he grabbed a shirt and the smallest boxers he could find. "Take a shower," he hummed as the toilet door creaked open a fraction. Placing the clothes on the basin, Slater literally dragged his feet out the back door. Get a fucking grip, she's just like any other woman... Even he knew he was lying.

Kisa peeked around the wall and sighed in relief when she saw the studio empty and her bag laying casually on the kitchen counter. Practically leaping to the shower, she turned on the hot water valve. It's been several days since she'd had a nice- more than two minute- shower...

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the fogged glass and looked around for a towel. There wasn't one. So she poked her head around the corner another time, the place was empty. Covering her privates, Kisa rushed over to the bed where the man had left his towel. She was quick in drying off her body and grabbing her bag. Moving back into the semi-partitioned bathroom, she cringed while opening the damp bag. No clothes... Not that they'd be of any use wet.

Her eyes flickered over to the stranger's clothes resting on the basin. Screw it. Wrapping the towel around her wet hair, she tugged on the shirt first. She then snagged up the boxers, pulling them on she cursed; they were tight around her rear, and loose around her waist. Beggars can't be choosers. Her subconscious was right, she was in no state to argue. Looking around she found a cord and tightened it around her waist.

Slater bent down and tossed a busted wheel into his 'to fix' pile next to a large shed. She clearly was distressed when he questioned her situation, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was alone and had nowhere to go. He couldn't stomach the thought of allowing her to wonder the sick streets of his town and forget about the slimy city... he had no fucking idea, what was he going to do with her.

Hissing through his teeth he added a piece of scrap metal to the heap. Fuck this! He'd given her more than enough time to shower and she'd yet to come out and find him. Maybe she ran away. Anger pierced his gut at the thought of her fleeing. Like whiplash; he wanted her gone but at the same time desired to keep her bound.

Entering his small home, Slater narrowed his eyes on her form sitting uncomfortably on the bed. They then lowered down to her arm, which she was attempting to hide from him. Clenching his jaw, the brute grabbed a bandage before lowering to a crouch in front of her. The young woman shifted back, anxiously. Arousal shot through his system as he eyed her in his clothes. She was young, nineteen maybe... He'd be going to hell surely, for lusting after such a young woman, no doubt about it.

In all of his thirty-four years, the mechanic had never once questioned his tastes. He'd always indulged in lean and tall, blond haired women he'd pick up in the city. But fucking hell she was something else. Something off limits. "Who hurt you, kitten?" He tugged her arm towards himself, straining his voice to keep his raging emotions at bay.

She scrunched up her nose at the pet name. "No." She pulled the injured arm back.

"I need to see the wound, kitten. It could be infected." His voice was gentle and yet firm. It took everything in the man to not spread her thick thighs, as the vixen's small tongue creeped out and swiped across those plush lips of hers. He saw a flash of fear in her dark irises and forced himself to calm his facial features.

Where this need to protect the young girl had come from, he had no idea. But the idea of someone hurting her had his stomach churning- all he needed was two minutes, he'd seriously mess up the fucker who touched her. Settling his nerves, Slater moved up and took a seat on the bed beside her. He held out the bandage and hesitantly Kisa surrendered to him.

The second she did, he began wrapping her wound, mindful of her tightly closed eyelids. Slater moved from her in a rush the second he was done, she was in his head like an addictive drug. He had to know, "who hurt you, kitten?"

"Kisa." She looked down. "My name is Kisa." She replied distracted by her reaction to his touch. Goosebumps rose over the skin he'd caressed, her nipples hardened in arousal and her core leaked out in need. She prayed she hadn't left any evidence of his effect on her.

Slater ignored her comment, "is there someone after you?" She bit her lip. "How old are you?" He moved on, praying he wasn't a sick bastard lusting after a minor. His eyes trailed down her slender neck to the gaping shirt, the swell of her breasts had him itching to take one in his hand and the other in his mouth. A crazy need to mark her with suckles caused him to turn his head before he lost all control.

"Twenty-three." He released a deep breath. Thank the fucking heavens! She was a fully grown woman... Not off limits. "Why are you helping me?" Kisa peeked up at him through thick lashes.

Why was he helping her? The question had gone through his head multiple times. He shrugged. "You feeling better?" His question came out gruff. She nodded. "Good." He returned the nod. He needed to know at least one thing before he allowed his foolish self to imagine anything inappropriate. "Now answer the question, Kisa. Is there someone you're running from?" He glared her down. It was obvious, she was on the run. But from who and why?

"No one." She lied through her teeth, eyeing him cautiously.

He didn't believe her for a second, he'd get the answers he craved, eventually. Deciding to keep with her act he continues, "so where you headed?" Regardless of her little lies, Slater mentally prepared himself, just in case someone really was out there and looking to hurt her.

She looked away from him. For a moment she was silent, "I don't know." Somewhere deep down she knew lying to him would do no good, and that it would come back to haunt her. So she decided not to lie about anything else. Kisa also had a suspicious feeling that he knew when she lied.

For now, he'd let her get away with avoiding his questions. What should he do with her? She had nowhere to go and from the contents of her bag, she had no money, no food and only scraps of clothing. In the heat of the moment, he decided to do something that was bound to test his patience... something foolish.

Don't you fucking dare do it! His subconscious shouted at him as he grumbled through the next sentence, "there's running water and a decent bed." He nodded towards the bed and motioned to the kitchen. What was he doing? He couldn't help himself, he wanted to have her. Keep her captive under his roof. Under him.

It only took a moment for her to click on, she cocked her head to the side and stood. Slowly, her small lethal body moved around his home, coating her scent throughout. Could she trust this stranger? Her body willing kneeled down to the brute, but the saner part of her had conflicting emotions on the subject. Finally, she responded, "it's... cosy." Turning with a tight smile, she watched as Slater shuffled from the middle of the room to his rusted fridge. She knew better than to question his generosity, besides she had nothing left to lose.

That was that. There was no more questioning, he'd willingly offered her a place to stay and she damn well knew better than to turn it down.

"Cosy," he scoffed, opening a beer on the counter. "I guess it is." He chugged the liquid before placing the bottle back on the counter, "get cosy and then come out front and I'll show you the works." He turned and left before he slammed her against the wall and got real cosy.

Slater begged his erection to stand the fuck down. He deluded himself into believing that he was only going to help her until she got back up on her feet. But in the back of his mind, he knew exactly why he'd offered his home to the damn woman. Grabbing a spanner, he finally acknowledged his selfish plans.

Slater was going to claim the woman; in the most carnal way he knew...